I saw a falcon (or a hawk) on the compost pile today. I'm glad it didn't eat Ruti.

I heard a performer, Mama Sol, say over the weekend: "Whatever the question is, the answer is love." It rings true to me.

Sometimes I get frustrated to be in an industry (flowers) which is so closely tied to the fake notion of 'romantic love' sold through contemporary capitalistic media. But then, I feel grateful that you all know that true love is different from all that. Loving yourself, and breathing in the love that the flowers manifest, and breathing that same love out when you exhale, is the true love we're trading on.

The flavors of the flowers, once they're all together in their bouquets, taste just like love.

In his 1916 essay 'Cosmic Life' Pierre Teilhard de Chardin writes: “I stepped down into the most hidden depths of my being, lamp in hand and ears alert, to discover whether, in the deepest recesses of the blackness within me, I might not see the glint of the waters of the current that flows on, whether I might not hear the murmur of their mysterious waters that rise from the uttermost depths and will burst forth no man knows where. With terror and intoxicating emotion, I realized that my own poor trifling existence was one with the immensity of all that is and all that is still in process of becoming”

To you, in love & solidarity,

Farmer Sarah

A recent bridal bouquet for a beloved friend... it helps to know your customer!